Tea House, Meizi Private Room.
Lu Xingye sent off a rich second generation who was fawning over him, picked up a cup of tea, and walked to the window. He pushed the delicate wooden windowsill open halfway.
The figures of two people on the street below caught his eye. Lu Xingye squinted and sneered faintly:
"...the world really is a small place!"
But, how strange!
The newly appointed mayor actually deigned to give the Yu Family face, personally meeting with Yu Chiyin?
Here, under the name of Yan Qi, he had invited, yet the Mayor of Yan City hadn't agreed to meet. Unexpectedly, Yu Chiyin managed to beat him to it again.
Lu Xingye watched from above as they escorted Yan Huaizheng into his car, and he began to sense that something was off.
That Mayor of Yan City seemed to have a closer relationship with Lu Fengxuan. Throughout the entire process, Yu Chiyin hardly had a chance to say a few words in front of him.
Could it be... that Lu Fengxuan knew Yan Huaizheng already?